One year later - with hair

A little over a year ago, I cut my hair from a few inches past my shoulders to short and spiky. It is hard to remember what I look like with what my husband called my thick "lionhair" in auburn, versus my salt and pepper mess that is still growing out, knowing it will take at least another year to get it back to some semblance of normal, thicker, longer, healthier, rather than chopped up, not as thick as it used to be, not as healthy as it used to be thanks to all the chemicals free floating in my body. It was a miracle that I had any hair left after 18 chemo treatments, but it is absolutely an indicator of my overall health and I hope I live long enough to feel my hair has returned with my life.